So Many Problems (OHSHC) [Haruhi x Tamaki] {COMPLETE}

Chapter 1

Haruhi rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Tamaki-senpai was so childish. She almost couldn't believe he came to her house...again. Even when she asked him not to. Yet there he was, sitting right in front of her, watching, fascinated as the top spun on the table.

The top rolled to a stop and Tamaki giggled. Giggled. "Do it again!" he smiled.

Haruhi grinned to herself. Okay, so maybe Senpai wasn't so bad to hang out with. She took the top and spun it, her grin growing as that cute, childlike awe lit his purple eyes.

Mom, I think I like this boy. What do you think of him?

"Haruhi?"

"Huh?" she asked, snapping out of her thoughts. "Whoa, Senpai! Back up, I'm okay!" she exclaimed. Tamaki had gotten really close, so close that she could actually feel his sweet breath on her nose. She could still catch the scent even as he backed away worriedly--pineapples and chocolate.

"Are you sure? Do you need to lie down? You look a little warm," he commented, frowning slightly. He leaned forward again, not so close this time, and pressed his hand to her forehead. Of course this only made her blush harder than she already was.

"I-I'm fine," she stammered.

"Haruhi, I don't want you to get sick," he said softly, eyes burning into hers.

"I'm fine, I swear, I was just thinking," she said, but it was futile. Tamaki was already standing up, having to duck down low so not to hit his tall, hard head on the ceiling.

"Come on. I'll put you to bed."

Haruhi sighed to herself and stood along with him. She led him to her bedroom, which was the same robin-egg blue it had always been. She had a twin-sized bed with a white comforter and white sheets, white curtains, a small oak desk and an even smaller oak dresser.

"Your room looks like you," Tamaki remarked.

"Uh, thanks," she muttered. She sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to her for Tamaki.

He shook his head. "Lay down. I'll go get you some herbal tea and miso soup."

"I really don't..." But he was already gone to the kitchen. She sighed aloud and lay her head on her pillow, glancing out her window. Outside, the sky was a beautiful pastel blue, white, fluffy clouds dotting it. She smiled sadly to herself. Mom would have liked this sky. I wonder if she would like Tamaki.

Just then, he came back in her room, carrying a tray of soup and tea, just like he promised. He set it on her desk then gasped and ran to her side as he saw her face. "Haruhi, why are you crying?!"

Shocked, she raised her fingers to her cheek. Sure enough, there were tears there. "I didn't..." She trailed off as she felt Tamaki's hand cover hers. Her mouth dropped open, and she didn't close it, being too caught up in his eyes.

"Tamaki," she murmured, her throat thick with emotion.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand. His bangs covered his eyes, blocking her. "You should drink your soup. I think I'll be going now. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

And then he left.